Aware of this, his mother had tried to end her life several times, but each attempt was thwarted by the King’s love. She, too, was trapped in a life she couldn’t escape.

Exhausted, Cheston entered his newly assigned room. He submerged himself in the bathtub filled with warm water, feeling a sharp sting from his open wounds, but that was nothing.

‘It’s suffocating.’

A deeper pain, not from a blade’s cut, ached within him. He should have grown accustomed to these assassination attempts, but it was difficult to become indifferent. However, soaking in the tub with a drink eased his mind somewhat.

He wished he could just fall asleep.

Would giving up make things easier?

Cheston had only wanted to live happily with his mother. He never desired to be King or craved power.

There was no one to ask for help, no one to offer it, until Whitney Orleans appeared.

‘I’m having too many unnecessary thoughts.’

Her sudden presence troubled his mind. Thoughts of Whitney filled him again. He shook his head to clear them, feeling his concentration and tension dissipate.

It was like walking through a fog, a sensation that continued as he stepped out of the water. A cool breeze brushed against him, sharpening his senses.

He needed to find a way to survive here.

‘Such a strange woman. The lack of contact from the information broker makes her even more peculiar. Yet, I keep thinking about her.’

He tried not to expect anything, but the hope of ‘maybe’ kept nagging at him, tormenting him endlessly.
Cheston, wearing a robe, returned to his room. It had been so long since he had slept well that he couldn’t even remember when. He woke up easily at the slightest noise and spent many nights wide awake.

As he sat at the table and took another sip of the warmed liquor, a bird carrying a letter flew in through the window.

“Ha.”

Cheston let out a hollow laugh at the sight of another letter. Apart from Aron, no one seemed concerned about his well-being. His father had conducted a formal investigation after hearing about the assassins, and his mother, under the King’s protection, was temporarily prohibited from meeting others.

Even the envelope contained herbs. How did she know about his injuries and why did she send herbs?

If she had heard about it, it must have been leaked from the Queen’s side. Since she often appeared at gatherings, she likely heard it from someone well-versed with the palace’s affairs.

Spreading news about the palace’s situation was probably a subtle way of indicating that he was still under the Queen’s ire. It implied that anyone who sided with him would be put in the same position.

The Queen wouldn’t stop. She would keep strangling him, trying to mire him in the mud.

The envelope contained carefully selected herbs that accelerated healing.

I was worried about you after hearing the news and decided to send this letter.

I’m including herbs because I think you haven’t properly treated your wounds. The powdered one should be mixed with water and drunk as tea to ease the pain.

The leaves should be crushed and applied directly to the wounds for immediate effect. I apologize for sending it this way, but it was necessary.

I don’t mind if you think I’m meddling.

I was relieved to hear that you’re safe.

Please, don’t get hurt again until we meet.

P.S. Our agreement is still pending. I’m waiting for you.]

Cheston put down his drink and turned to the warm water next to him, adding the powder to it.

“Your Highness, let me taste it first.”

“No need.”

Aron looked worriedly at the cup in Cheston’s hand, but before he could object, Cheston had already drunk it.

If he doubted the sincerity of the letter, he would find himself pitiful. No one else had ever desired him as much as she did. So, he resolved to survive until he could meet her again.

It was as if he had found another reason to live.

Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she

really disliked him

Short intro:

What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.

Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.

Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!

She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.

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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.

This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!

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Synopsis:

Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…

A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead

vs.

An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead

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